Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

they descended the stairs, Berthold

of

his head, assuring gently, “I am

Berthold relaxed,

placed the little boy into the child seat in

murmuring, “Could you not tell Mom and Dad for

“You’re afraid now?”

let out a sneer and closed the car door. He made his way around the front of the car and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke.

he

hour later, the car slowly pulled into the mansion’s

hadn’t intended to disturb Crystal for she had her own worries. The sound of the opening. and closing of the

Henry holding

froze for a

hushed tone. “Let Berthold sleep

Crystal nodded.

staircase again, she opened the door for

tucking the tiny boy into the warm bed where Crystal had

the day had been too long, for the child drifted off

slits before she rolled over, pulling Berthold close to her as if

faces, fair as porcelain and finely chiseled, were strikingly similar, as were their dark brown

felt his heart soften at

head and patted Berthold. “This child

her guilt on

a tender voice. “You must have figured out

more

said softly, “Don’t let the children hear you. We’ll

her a fierce glare, but times

armor of courage. “Don’t take your anger out on me,” she warned him boldly as she exited the room. “I

eased the tense look

her hand. “Stay with Melora. I’ll head

agreed with a

when faced with the situations at

to do? After all, I am Melora’s brother, and Crystal

she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let me prepare some

to step

wave of emotion washed

should have come back sooner. Your brother is really

called out in

straightened her hair gently and said, “I’ll go prepare something for us

Melora nodded.

snack. By the time everything was ready, Melora had come

was dressed in her own cotton pajamas, the

Crystal noticed.

held back any remark and beckoned with a tremble in her voice, “Come and eat. Everything here is

sat down and began to

the chatterbox who couldn’t stop talking like a print machine on a

simply kept

filled with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me back then, and now… I’ve nearly

could she

single-handedly raised their child, living a tough

times together. However, they were swept away by the winds of time

him in the newspaper. He

Miller, had lost her youthful radiance. Moreover, the

will, after all, need to vent his anger.

girl nodded

Crystal went to see

the study. The room was

before him was filled to the brim, a clear sign of his inner

closed the door behind her, walked to the window, and cracked

murmured, “You’re smoking too much!

her

Crystal voluntarily approached him, sat on his lap, and tenderly

out the cigarette and

failed? If I hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had the chance to get together. Those days Alfred spent in the hospital must have been a breeding ground for

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